Flatliners Follow

before the room explodes again
i smell your blood my friend
i'll stop at nothing to get some
fill this dirty glass for the wrong reasons
just stop and smell the stale stench wafting through the air
let it wheeze right out of you
case you are lost and you no longer care
about the things you used to
you're fluid, unaware
we overflow going nowhere
get up, get up, get up
you've gotta drown it out and then drain the memory
get up, get up, get up
get up in arms over the way it could've been
scratch your name through the surface again
i'll be with you cursing the morning
once excitable, your face contorts into a mess
get your back up off the wall
when six drinks just won't do the trick
now bottoms up and cheers alike to the memory of this wreck
have we become what our friends hate?
well fuck 'em in the end
get up, get up, get up
and start over again
drink up and over the edge my friend
poison diluted by the sea
but once the ocean rolls out
it leaves the shit behind in me

before the room explodes again
i smell your blood my friend